Saturday, December 8, 2012

Winter's Grip

The night is dark. Harshly cold.
She waits and listens,
for something and nothing.
Hiding away in her room,
her mind becomes distant.

She thinks of him.
Alive and dead.
Sane and insane.

But then wonders where she falls?
Alive, physically?
Dead, emotionally?
Sane to function?
Insane to-

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